The Beatnuts - Hellraiser lyrics

Este hermano esta enloquecido, amigo!

Try to play me close and get roast
Damn, my ears are burning hot

Damn my ears are burning hot
I think I got faking the funk
Motherfucks up in my spot
They know I'm gonna blow so they press up on
The Kool I gets dissed like
A fool when I'm gone
So get out and leave me alone, close my door
Gotta whisper cause I got some
Fucking ears on my floor
They're trying to catch on to see
Who I'm giving the hood
There it is square biz, don't take my kids

All these phony motherfuckers wanna
Shake my hand
And behind my back talk shit to the next man
Click, bam, into your block
You got beats, but stop - your shit is wack

Yeah, you better keep it subliminal
Cause I don't play
Some say my style's type criminal
And we can get down, yo for real
Yeah, so whatever kid, do what you feel
Sucker

Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers

You see me and I see you
But you still want to act
Like you don't see me, cool
Years ago an A&R
Dissed our fucking demos and said
That shit was gar-
Bage, you big-time bitch, blow me
Your label's shit and you'll regret
It in a moment
Now you eat dilz, while I puff on the Phils
And still, you can't comprehend your skills

You remember the time, only after I performed
Called my hotel door
You want to blow me like a storm
But Blue, no matter what you do
You can't trick this kid, too
Cool, I thought you knew, fool

Now I got you trapped
Feeling weak and nervous word up
Cause I be strapped like the Secret Service
The cops they run me down for
The guns I be wielding
I'll murder a force to
Get lost between buildings
Time to go to war, to the raiser
Now I'mma flip
Ripping more niggas than an axe
In a horror flick
Doing mad crime, I remember the days well
The demon inside of me had
Invited me to raise hell

I don't want to have to snuff nobody
I just drank my twenty-fifth
Coke with Bacardi
Try to play me close and get roast, sucker
Beatnuts forever, die hard motherfuckers